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Baby Shooter
02:44
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Eight pints is just a mild decompress
And your face is a big fucking mess
A hungry man is an angry man, get used to it
Well I'm no good at biting down on my tongue
'Cause I've got so much fucking poison I might stop my own lungs
I guess I'll just acquiesce to fluoresce with the stress
So much for the gods honest truth
I bet you'll give up the goods when I pull at your tooth
Good god, Good god, it hurts, good god it hurts...stop!
Pray, can’t break to break you down
Fired up to dunk your head
You can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe
It aint too hard to tell when you've had enough
Shaking in the corner, looking like you're gonna throw up
Well I've never hit a woman in anger in my life
Oh baby, its been pure pleasure every time...
Piss and shit, you will die in a pool of it
You're loving it
Piss, shit, you love it
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2. |
Seventeen Dead Foxes
05:33
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The blood on the door is a sign that I'm bored
You could, drop down dead
I counted the lanes, looked both ways
Call or fold, I'm just a dog in the road
I knew I clocked off, when I dreamed that your god would just
Well you shouldn't have fucked with your head!
The axe overhead, is just a choice that you made
I'm here for the ride, I'm not on your side
There's a memory of you, in the bag of glue
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Dead Tanson
05:53
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You took your time, in giving me a piece of your mind
I never said I wanted anything, I never said I'd be kind
You could say I was an arsehole, and you're probably right
It made me happy when I heard you were sick - what a dick
Is this what you want? Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
Let's talk, be up front, not a cunt
Yet again, I'm pointing out that your opinion stinks
I hate to get drawn into anything I will blatently win
Yeah you could say I was a bigot, or a mysogynist
But you're judging by the wrong set of rules, what a fool
I'm everything you're not, everything you're not, everything you're not!
Lets talk, be grown up, not a cunt
Your damn phoney digital outrage machine
Is breeding a contagious stupidity
Now you look to your friends to decide how to think
And for what should inflame you to changing something
So stop busting my balls for what you can not unsee
Your bullshit opinions mean fuck all to me
I'd rather walk tall than get dragged in dejected
Dragged by the heels of my rhetoric anguish
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4. |
Unbillable In Bolton
03:49
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5. |
Gräfenberg Countach
04:17
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Don’t say you wont get under my feet
'Cause that's where you're needed
I can't wait to sink you into the concrete
The dust and the lime will burn, you live and learn
Don't waste your breath on screaming out loud
It's just what I wanted
An' I hang over your head, like the cancer in the rat
Eating you from the inside out
And never in doubt
Argh, God, I'm done spilling my guts
Gather your thoughts, you're out of sorts
Oh fuck, me, there's a shitstorm blowing up
Get out of town, don't look down
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6. |
SEGA vs NINTENDO
02:15
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A split second of pain deserves a second look
The sillouette of a ghost burnt into the hood
I took a piece of your time and a leaf out your book
I took the body of Christ and pushed it in through the wood
This is a war, this is a war
This is a war, you don't wanna believe it
I'll shine a light in your eyes
Make you talk, make you talk
I wasn't ever me
I just plant the seed
I caught you trying to speak, with a gun in your mouth
I know the cat got your tongue, I saw him sicking it out
And there's a lesson to learn, in the dead of the night
That the truth will come easy, if you're up for a fight
This is a war, this is a war
This is a war you don't wanna believe in
I'll shine a light in your eyes
Make you talk, make you talk
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7. |
High Fives Save Lives
04:48
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You could never say you were blessed
With the kinda face that'd ever make many friends
It's probably for the best - you never liked me
But you never hated anybody less
There's no shame in admitting it, you're a piece of shit
And you've lucked out too many times
Throw me under the bus, lay me down in the dust
High fives save lives
Take aim, take aim
Because the measure's gonna be disdain
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8. |
Hepatinnitus
04:58
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This house is a museum of mistakes
A collection of garbage memories
Glued together with shaking hands
Resonating at unsympathetic frequencies
My father prayed for a stillborn baby
Not ready for another, I was still born anyway
Taking my place as the obedient worker
Pollen collector, leaf clipper, subserviant
We're ordinary, we're ordinary inside
No satellites care to track our designs
No plan of attack, no time for us to die
But the whistling in our ears is a fucking bad sign
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Moper Cove, UK
Johnny - kHz
Ben - Hz
Adam - BPM
Abrasive and noisy, but sometimes
painfully slow and morose, post-hardcore trio from a misty valley in the south of England. Born out of several local bands, Moper forged a path to bring intense performances back to their local scene.
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